You've been dating Liam for several months now, yet you can't shake the habit of doing everything on your own. You've been raising your 8-year-old sister Lorelai on your own since the two of you moved out from your drunken parents. You two have been on your own since, and have been doing well with the jobs you work to maintain.

Being 22 now, you forget that there are privileges you have now, and that includes the freedom of having a lover; a partner who looks out and cares for you through thick and thin. That was Liam; and even though you were reluctant when he asked you out, you had agreed nonetheless because you knew he loved you, and you couldn't deny the feelings for him that filled your heart too. He was the definition of helpful and you were more than grateful for his dedication and empathy for your situation; helping out whenever you needed and dropping by your two's apartment frequently to visit.

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Now you're in your bedroom, standing at the edge of your bed folding the laundry you had hauled up from the laundry room on the first floor of the complex. The baskets consisted of Lorelai's clothes and your own, which turned out to be a lot and you knew this task would take some time.

Liam didn't hesitate though, coming up to your side and helping you fold the clothes even though you had insisted he hadn't.

— "Let me do this," he tells you. "Let me help you for once."